Thursday Spooktacular

[idiosyncratic.livejournal.com]

Due to personal matters, our lovely host for the week, meredevachon, is unable to put up today's theme, so I've agreed to take care of it for her.  It's her theme, so all credit goes to her, and hopefully she can make it back to finish up the week tomorrow.  :)


I hope y'all had fun with yesterday's celebration of Leverage porniness. There were some great prompts and even better responses.

But today is Thursday, and that means it's time for a new theme.

In honor of Supernatural returning tonight, we're going with Vampires and things that bump in the night.  That means vampires, werewolves, ghosts, etc., either canon or AU, so go wild with it!

And it's not limited to Supernatural.  Any fandom (or original), any pairing/grouping, any prompt. Crossovers are absolutely welcome, and perfect for this one.



Remember to format your prompts as follows:

For single fandom: Fandom, pairing, word/phrase
Example: Lotrips, Karl/Orlando, surprise

For a Crossover: Fandom/Fandom, pairing, word/phrase
Example: SPN/Buffy, Dean/Faith, leather



And don't forget, there are still plenty of lonely prompts if the creepy and spooky isn't your thing.

Comments

[dea-liberty.livejournal.com]

There's very little else in the world more beautiful than his Chris, spread out and helpless, tied by strips of blood red silk to the bed. The dark sheets pool around him as he twists slowly, struggles a little, trying to get some sort of relief.

Steve smiles and tugs gently at the band of silk around Chris' neck, lets it tighten just a little, a playful warning.

"Easy, Chris," he says, trails the end he's holding over Chris' stomach. Chris whimpers, twists a little more, like he's not sure if he wants more of that sensation or less.

He can hear Chris' breathing quickening, and he moves to straddle Chris, lowers his head to Chris' jaw, slides it over to his pulse point. His heartbeat jumps, and Steve smiles slowly, lets his fangs just graze skin - not breaking it - not yet.

Chris whines low in his throat and twists again and, as the silk slides against skin, he can see the bruises Chris' struggling has brought onto his skin. God, Chris was so beautiful like this.

"Please," Chris says, rocks a little, thrusts against air in an effort to get some release. "Please, Steve." His head tips to the side, offers his throat up in complete submission. "Please."

So Steve does. He sinks his teeth in, feels blood pulse over his tongue and he drinks slowly - just as Chris' muscles spasm under him and he comes hard, soft cry of pain mingled with pleasure.

Steve pulls back, looks down at Chris' prone form, stomach splattered with come, neck stained with blood. And when Chris opens his eyes and looks over at him, Steve inexplicably feels warmth sliding through his body.

There's no one else like Chris in the world, and he's all Steve's.

[havenward.livejournal.com]

ooooh, thank you!

[honeyjojames.livejournal.com]

Mmmmm, that was gorgeous! ♥